Andicon: The Real Story continued....
My first view of Andi on the Saturday morning was of her crawling toward me. She sat up, grinned,
Waving a handful of it in my direction. It was *everywhere*. I'd earlier
thought that her kitchen floor was sticky, until I looked at my feet...
We sat around talking about nothing until it was time for Andi to ring her boss and tell him
she was sick! After that, we started watching videos. The Chronicles vid was first, followed by
Friends (The One With the Ick Factor, as if you hadn't guessed. Predicable? Us? Nooo). I decided
to go and have a shower. I *hate* Friends, even if it does involve Stan watching. Unfortunately,
I was almost responsible for Darran breaking rule number 1!
Once we had all surfaced (including Alis, who arrived about 10:50) we decided on a plan of action
for the day...
First: go to Andi's castle to put a note up... 'closed due to sickness'. I've actually visited
the castle, but not when Andi was there!
Second: hit the town for blue bols (essential ingredient for the Dragon, and we'd run out),
ice cream, profiteroles, squirty cream, peanuts and more beer.
Third: get back to Andi's without squashing everything. Yes, I was driving again (and hoping
that Dumfries and Galloway didn't have a particularly conscientious police force). Darran looked
Once we'd arrived back and everything was safely ensconced in the fridge/freezer we all trooped
into Andi's room to attack the PC. That's when 'An Experiment from Scotland' was sent to the
list. I then showed off the photos on my webpage to John (who is internet deprived at the moment,
but doesn't intend to be by Christmas. Be afraid... be very afraid...), and Alis set up her
laptop in Andi's bedroom. We didn't actually see an awful lot of each other for the next few
hours. I went plotting with Alis (we're trying to collaborate on a fic), Andi was showing the
boys some internetty stuff, the cat and James were hiding.
Then we decided we needed a drink.
And something to eat, besides chocolate.
Andi cooks, by the way, and quite well too...
About 19:30 after beer, lasagna and breaking out the ice cream (all 4 tubs of it); not to mention
seeing just *how* much we could fit in Andi's cleavage (which was why we bought the peanuts
and the squirty cream - enquiring, scientific minds we've got, you see), we decided it was time
to see what happened when we mixed the Mule and the Dragon as we only had enough advocaat left
for one more Mule. Sorting the crushed ice out was fun as it involved hitting ice cube bags with
a hammer and sending bits of ice flying everywhere. Free entertainment and almost as much fun as
"Oh look...popcorn!" game. Unfortunately Andi spoiled it by getting out the blender...
You pour the Dragon and the Mule into a half-pint glass together, stare at it with a very worried
expression on your face for a bit (you can almost see the smoke rising off it), then *carefully*
dunk about five straws in it, and share. It's veeery nice. And lethal. Extremely Lethal. So
Lethal in fact, that it ought to carry a health warning... something along the lines of...
Danger! Do not Drink while Standing up!
(We tried, honest!)
Danger! Poisonous to Goths!
By 20:00 we were *all* dying, John included, and we hadn't even finished the damn thing off. The
Dragon's Revenge was born. I nobbled Andi's PC to tell you all the good news, while I could still
vaguely manage to see the keyboard. They *made* me leave the typos in ( I still think tupos is
something you should drink in Greece and then break your glass...) I always type with loads
of mistakes, but usually correct them as I go. Mind you, I don't think it really made that much
difference, and it *did* manage to convey the spirit of things *so* well...
After that, we tried to recover while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which again I
think we'd all seen at least twice judging by the quotes that came out of sequence...
By the time that had finished, we were alive again (sort of) and ready for more Dragons and
other dubious cocktails (enter the Red Larter). To suit our state of mind we put the Mystery
Science Theatre version of Highlander II on (Highlander - the Sickening). If you've never seen
an MST 3000 version of anything, please do try to catch one - they're hilarious. It basically
involves this guy and two robots slagging off a movie. Highlander II (non-renegade version)
was perfect! Feeling much happier after that, we finally managed to play the Highlander drinking
game inventing a category for ourselves... 'if it isn't in there, it should be' - one drink -
It was during this that Alis became shockingly inventive, and dangerous... Enter the F##k Knows
and F##k Me! Surprisingly enough, it didn't take that long before we *all* died. Even I went to
The Red Larter!
On to Sunday....